(no subject)

[heliotroping.livejournal.com]

[and so sis-con Dark Boy loss!Django is warping around the castle, trying to get back "home" while calling out]

Carmilla?

[warp sounds]

Carmilla?

[warp sounds]

Carmilla!

[...and it goes on...]

[ooc: open post, go ahead and let him momentarily warp into your room and out, do try to stop him or comment on it]

(no subject)

[vengefullight.livejournal.com]

( Clinic Staff )

( Zazie )

[Lucian's out of the clinic and back in his room; his wounds healed for the most part, only the wound in his shoulder that had the spiked ice ball from hell still stinging occasionally, but not too badly. He glanced at the window in his room, which had repaired itself since it was broken. The open journal on his desk picking up his sigh before he remembered something; remembering Jin had removed his Ice-Flame amulet. He searched for a few minutes, unable to find the amulet when the ghosts had already put everything back in order, which only left one possiblity: Jin took it.

Then the journal picked up Lucian's yell.]

Jin, you bastard!

053; castle grounds [dictated]

[firsttsurugi.livejournal.com]

[Cloud appears to be deep in thought, having finished an evening's worth of training. he couldn't sleep tonight, so he seems exhausted. do not fret though, a little sleep wouldn't hurt later. he's against one of the castle walls on the grounds]

( Internal Thoughts )

[Cloud opens his eyes]

'I won't waver anymore.'

[feel free to find Cloud randomly going for a walk on the castle grounds]

15: turn

[pkuppercut.livejournal.com]

So I guess some of you guys are gettin' your memories back? That's good. Wish I was one of ya right now. [A scuffing sound; she's walking around the castle, checking things as she goes.] Anyone finds anything with the name Kumatora, that's mine. Gimme a yell and I'll come pick it up, yeah?

[A pause.]

And maybe someone could explain what's up with the matchin' hair and boots. Guess I'm the sorta girl who likes bright pink?


(ooc: FFF, BORING POST IS BORING. Open as usual, and absolutely anything from Para or canon is up for grabs! I'm cool with whatever.)

:078

[devilmarked.livejournal.com]

[ of course Dante had practically been hiding in his shop the entire time, what with the giant weaponry and the mother fucking tiger that kept trying to lick his face B| -- for the most part he managed to get most of them, but there are still some missing and he doesn't like that AT ALL. ]

Alright fuckers, who has got my god damn memories. Speak the fuck up.

Names Dante. [ yeah sorry guys he's in no mood for games, go figure ] I'm the hot one, you know not the twin with the fifty foot pole up his ass. That's Vergil.

( ooc; anyone still want to pick up one of them feel free to do so B) )

(no subject)

[lady-girasol.livejournal.com]

[written]

You know, Castle, it's kind of hard to plan a safari like this. And you went and took pictures of everybody before we could! So unfair.

Awww, this loss is sooooooooooooooooooooooooo boring...

section 0, article 9

[olbustedhotness.livejournal.com]

... Mornin', y'all guys. Well, I can't say that wasn't interesting.

A word of advice, Cair Paradisa? When you take a man's memories, it's probably more beneficial if you do it to someone who hasn' had it done before. It didn't really bother me none, and lookin' back on it, it still doesn't.

'Specially since I've got pictures of my family, now. That was actually pretty nice've you. ... All those people I see burnin' up everything they got, I know they've got their reasons, but my stuff isn't goin' anywhere anytime soon.

... At least you didn't pass around that silly Mysterious Mysteries tape. I don't think I could've sat through that tripe again. Not knowin' what really happened to Laurana.

[ahem] I heard they've got a firin' range around here somewheres. Anyone feel like keepin' me company, showin' me around a bit, maybe? The arcade games're good, but I miss holdin' somethin' with a little kick, and I should keep in practice with the J2 in case somethin' shows up.

♣ 013] unlucky

[verydistinctive.livejournal.com]

Right. So I'm confused. Not the whole memory thing either, cause I'm coping with that. Just, I know my name is Eliot. I just haven't found anything with my name on it, so I'm looking for things with my face in it.

Found a few from the people that live in the same tower as me, which seemed like I was some kind of security guy. Then I find these, and this guy calls me Lindsey. [plays the video over the journal, so sound comes through of Lorne killing Lindsey]

Anyone know who this Angel person is that's supposed to kill me? I'm not exactly sure what's going on. There's another one too, and it's got that Angel guy mentioned again, but it's some girl named Faith? [and another video plays over the journal, of Faith getting hired to kill Angel]

If that's why Angel kills me, then I guess I have it coming, but why the hell am I being called Lindsey? Unless this is part of my security thing, and Eliot isn't my real name.

170.

[oirokenojutsu.livejournal.com]

( Private )

[muttering] That was weird.

Oi! I'm finally back to normal! Thanks to everyone who gave me my memories back!

Err... if people still have some with the name "Uzumaki Naruto" on them, it would be awesome to have them back! Though you can keep them if you want? I don't see the point unless you're weird like that... There are a lot of weird people here so I wouldn't be surprised, eheh...

[paaaaause]

SHIT! Akito! Clinic! I have to go! [sounds of him scrambling to go find him because he remembers Minato saying he was hurt D:]

Casting 001;

[cmerebitch.livejournal.com]

Alright, what the hell is this?

The beds are shit, the rooms are way to small, and on top of it the whole damn place reeks of human! You guys seriously need to step things up around here.

And can I get some goddamn room service?! God!

60;

[cruxified]

( [Private] )

That was an experience I would not like to repeat.

05. [dictated]

[no-poweroverme.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm glad that's over with. It seems like everyone is getting their memories back now - I woke up this morning and simply remembered everything again. I still have my loss, of course... but I think it has something to do with a child. Why would I forget a child? It must have been someone important to me...

[stops; realizing she's rambling] Anyway, thank you to everyone who found things that belonged to me and returned them. I really appreciate it... I think there still might be a few things of mine out there, so if anyone finds anything with 'Sarah Williams' on it, please let me know?

[another pause] Well, I think that's it, I think... oh, wait!

[the sound of crinkling paper as she slides a piece of paper out from between the journal's pages] I know it's a bit late, Mr. Snicket, but I have a letter here with your name on it. I'm not sure if you've gotten your memories back or not, but either way I'm sure you'd like to have it.

Also -- Danny Fenton? I found a videotape that belongs to you, too.

97th feather

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[GUESS WHO STILL HASN'T GOT HIS MEMORIES ffff.

( cut for length woodeedoo )

He's eased back to reality as the light fades, and squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a ragged, heavy sigh.]

That was not... something I needed to see.

[ooc: Also related to this, sorry for the delay Thanokins >: ]

020 // transcribed

[berserkism.livejournal.com]

If anyone finds anything marked 'Guts'... [awkward pause; he can only imagine half the shit scattered around lmao]

I'd like it back. Let me know where to find it.

( Teresa, Kratos, Allen, Dante )

(no subject)

[justthatunlucky.livejournal.com]

[Miranda's sitting out somewhere on the castle grounds, having needed to get out of the castle for a bit.

She's sitting on the ground, staring at her hands and gently rubbing the thick scars on them. She looks very deep in thought, and she is, because finding out that the girl who both changed her life forever for the better, and yet at the same time is trying to kill everyone she cares about is now here at Paradisa, is a bit much for anyone to handle. As if this place wasn't as dangerous as home before...]

(no subject)

[crawlngnmyskin.livejournal.com]

Er, 'Chiba', right?

I think I've got something of yours.


[A pause as he starts at the journal and debates the merits of bothering to ask about what happened.]


Does that...sort of thing happen often?

Log 045: again for the first time

[ruin-mania.livejournal.com]

( [Private] )

( [Genis] )

[And Raine is in the castle lobby, glancing at the stairs and elevator nervously. it's obvious that she's waiting for someone, but she would probably welcome the distraction if someone else were to bother her.]

☾ 1

[herwaltz.livejournal.com]

[mumbling and the rustling of sheets are caught; soon, those stop and are quickly followed by a loud gasp]

H-hey! This isn't the base!

[now there are hurried footsteps to the window]

I'm not anywhere near there! Fiona? Van? Irvine?

[…]

Just what is going on here?!

[010]

[asitcouldbe.livejournal.com]

( [private] )

Does everyone have their memories back?

001

[iknewmewell.livejournal.com]

To Whom It May --

[Voice]

This is just great.

I feel like I'm twelve, trying to write in these things again. There's gotta be a way out, but how in the hell am I supposed to try and find it -- let alone three-fifty, without a proper disguise?


[Some silence, before an opening and closing of a dresser can be heard]

... Okay. Freakishly convenient?

[A monkey screeches in agreement]


I'm pretty sure I saw a few dudes here. Actually, I'm certain I've seen a lot of dudes here. I gotta be drugged. Was I drugged? I mean, people usually don't wake up and find themselves in Camelot, right? Or...

Well, whatever this place is, it's a nightmare. People's blogs talking to you or something. Some scary shit right there. At least no one's gone on any political rants.

[The screeching gets closer to the journal]

--Heyheyhey! Put that down, boy! You're -- eww, it's not toilet paper! Haha, gross, man!

♫ 04. [dictated]

[musical-phantom.livejournal.com]

[at first, there is only silence over the journal - but if anyone listens closely, they'll be able to hear the faint, tinkling tune of a music box... a music box with a monkey perched atop, to be exact, little cymbals in its hands. after a few moments the tune fades away, slowing to a stop.]

It seems my memories have been returned to me.

[erik doesn't sound overly pleased about it; in fact, his voice is rather flat and monotone.]

... When I knew nothing, I longed for nothing more than the knowledge of myself and my past. Yet I was a fool - others regain memories of happiness, of loved ones and positive times, things they would not wish to lose. And I, what have I regained? Nothing but the painful truth of what I have lost, what I have suffered... and what I have done.

When my memory was but a blank slate, I had the potential to start anew, to be - a good man, perhaps, no longer haunted by my past. As well, I had forgotten my loss - I was no longer aware that I was ever a composer or a musician.

The return of my memories brought with it no joy or relief. I have no expectations of understanding, nor do I wish for any. For I am certain none of you recalled a childhood spent-- [pauses, realizing that in his anguish he is speaking too freely. So he merely changes the subject, as if nothing had happened]

To those who found and returned my memories -- I thank you. And to those I met whilst my memory was lost... it truly was a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

There may still be memories which belong to me about the castle. [his voice sharpens, a dangerous tone to it] If anyone is to find anything with the name 'Erik' upon it, return it to me at once. Do not read it, or if it is a videotape, watch it. It is not for your eyes.
 

• 001

[disobediently.livejournal.com]

[The sound of water rushing into the room and someone bumping into the foot of their bed]

Ouch! [Splashing as she sits up to look around] Oh dear...This isn't supposed to be here at all.

It's far too new for one thing...Objects like this wouldn't have been so well preserved for so...

Rick? ...Alex? [Upset pause]

Well, I suppose that settles it, then. Time to look for a way out. Starting with that door over there.

Vision: I'm back!!

[chasingvisions.livejournal.com]

Sharing time is over. Thank god I've got all my memories back. And I think I got all the potentially embarrassing ones out of the way. But if any of you people are hoarding things that say "Cordelia Chase", I'd like them back.


[ooc: and since hers are unclaimed, anyone who wants to have an embarrassing one of her (like her making out with Wesley or her time as a "cow" in Pylea) then feel free!]

first shot

[pilotkiller.livejournal.com]

What--

Goddamn. Hey, Satomi! Where did you get off to? That girl... why can't she ever listen?

[the sound of a door opening; hey there tenth floor hallway] So, what the hell is this all about? I knew we couldn't trust those guys.

(no subject)

[livingsandbox.livejournal.com]

( Private )

( Reno )

I am thinking of going to train, but it is boring and not quite as efficient to do so on your own.

Would anyone be willing to come with me - perhaps spar?

Phase 10

[makesitpossible.livejournal.com]

( [Aerith] )

Thirty First Song

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

( Private )

rorschach's journal. september 14th.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[at first, all the journal picks up is scuffling and rustling. then a flipping of pages - slow at first, then faster, and more frantic. and then--]

No.

No. No, no, no, NO!

[there's a grunt, and some more rummaging - the sound of a drawer being opened and slammed shut again. and then, there's a very large splotch of ink covering this entry. anyone who happens to be looking at it at the time sees the stain suddenly squish itself out from the sides, and form a rather imperfect inkblot as he folds the page in half, effectively masking the entry, permanently.]

[and while it dries, he paces. a lot. muttering to himself, just quietly enough for the journal to not pick up, and then:]

Blair.

[and with that, he's out of his room, out the door, both journals in his coat pockets for safe keeping, storming up the stairs to the 12th floor, two at a time. doesn't even bother knocking on the door of Room 1207, as he usually would - just kicks it wide open and grrrowls]

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?


((OOC: Let the dramah ... BEGIN. Permanent destruction of the entry in question was mod-approved - but if you wanted your character to see it before it went bye-bye, IM me. :D))

○ 001

[the-trueme.livejournal.com]

Ah....

[the slight creaking of a door hinge as she peers out into the twelfth floor hallway]

This... is not the Tower of Soul-Wrenching Agony? I....

Mistress told me to - ....

... Caladbolg...?

#018

[expandhorizonts.livejournal.com]

( Joshua )

♣ Grell ♣ 001

[fabulousinred.livejournal.com]

[ You could hear the rustle of pages flipping followed by a light chuckle. ]

I have no idea how I got here, but this place is absolutely gorgeous ♥

My kidnappers sure do have some excellent taste!

[ There is a long pause when he noticed the journal was typing in his words. ]

...Oh my!

#6. Sam be ambitious.

[ipuckett.livejournal.com]

[tap, tap.

tap tap tap tap tappity tap tap.]

( CARLY )

001

[shutupfatass.livejournal.com]

[recorded sounds of Kyle struggling and a loud "OW!"]

What the--

What the fuck did you do, fat boy?!

[pause]

Cartman?

[sound of him struggling to stand up and trying to catch his balance, before a small crash as he falls over]

Goddammit, Cartman! This isn't funny, get over here and untie me! I'm taking Ike and I'm getting the hell out of here!

[another paused and a few choice words are muttered]

IKE! Stop this right now! Mom and dad are worried and want you home!

... Ike?

...

You can't be serious. Butters? Clyde? Goddamn dude... Kevin?

(no subject)

[loverstomorrow.livejournal.com]

This castle really does know all the buttons to push, doesn't it? Although it seems like the people here have enough collective issues to satisfy any shrink for life. And if anyone is still holding onto anything labeled "Yukari Takeba" I'd like them back now. Just to remind you all, being nosy is rude.

[a;lsdkghalsh someone has a short fuse tonight. There is a sigh, and random pen tapping. She's trying to clear her head a little]

Seriously, did anyone here have a happy childhood?

( Itachi )

( Rin )

( Sakaki )

( Minato )

vi.

[dog-the-ripper.livejournal.com]

[there's a drying, dark-coloured stain on the page that could easily be mistaken for blood, but if you're familiar enough with that sort of thing, you'll know it isn't (it's too watery, for starters). In any case, it's not going to help her reputation in any way, is it?]

Oops. Sorry if that disrupted anybody. I'll get it off somehow.

(no subject)

[bwaaaaaaaaaahh.livejournal.com]

AAAIIIGHHHT--

[Aww, his triumphant cry gets cut short as what was supposed to be a perfect landing on his board turns into a faceful of carpet and a rather bulky CRASH sounding through the journal.]

Yo, what the hell!?

[more thumping as he scrambles to his feet. HEY RHYME, WHY AREN'T THINGS MAKING SENSE ]

Rhyme, you okay? Where'd the sidewalk go!? That wasn' supposed to-- uh?

...

Yo Rhyme!! Where'd you go?!

HEEEEY!!

45.0

[encryptedlock]

( [Chie] )

[After making that filter, Delta speaks to York and it's publicly recorded.]

It is not responding, York. Its journal is here, but if it is conscious, it appears to be unable to communicate.

Huh. I don't know, D. I mean, I'm not even sure how it works. Maybe the castle did something to it?

[Delta pauses.] Its personality was based solely on its memories. Their removal may have...damaged it.

...You think it's dead? Hey! Weighted Companion Cube-thing! Are you okay? Come on, you can say something! I'll--use you to set books on or something?

Come on. Please?

[Silence.]

...Well, fuck. I think it's broken, D.

× 07 ×

[hatfetish.livejournal.com]

[ Oh look, it's the big bad Earl slash Duke that everyone knows and love. But for once he isn't up to any mean tricks or causing trouble or torturing innocent people or making his akuma wear new body suits of the loved ones he made them kill!

What is he doing? Why, he's in the kitchen! Munching on a cookie while he raids the fridge/looks for tasty snacks to take with him to wherever the hell he goes!



... Fatass. ]

[ooc: If I suddenly drop off the face of earth, then I'll tag back after work tomorrow.]

(no subject)

[ninthdisciple.livejournal.com]

( ROOM FILTER )

[Written in later by Arthur:]

( EXORCISTS )

[OOC: Dun dun dun!]